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When you're Dead ... you stay up all night long.

Only a few of the women sport pubic hair. He's never understood what that's about. Some of the men are bare, too. O tempora, o mores.

Topiary has always seemed like a good occupation, comparable in some ways to writing short fiction.

Do you have a zombie contingency plan?

Most of My Friends are two-thirds water

Jake's hair smelled like iced tea with honey in it, after all the ice has melted.

Everyone knows that wizards are pigheaded and come to bad ends.

How could I love you? How could I love a ghost? How could I love something that I have to keep hidden in my pocket?

Whether or not this story has a happy ending depends, of course, on who is reading it. Whether you are a wolf or a girl.

The Customer isn't always right. Sometimes the customer is an asshole. That's the first rule of retail.

You may very well ask what the goddess of love is doing in St. Andrews, writing trashy romances. Adapting.

A girl from Pittsburgh was a good thing, like an anchor. Every homesick traveler should have one.

Look. All books are weird when you think about it ... It goes without saying that real life is also weird.

Sometimes it is safer to read maps with your feet.

Part of you is always traveling faster, always traveling ahead. Even when you are moving, it is never fast enough to satisfy that part of you.

Charley looked like someone from a Greek play, Electra, or Cassandra. She looked like someone had just set her favorite city on fire.

It worked because I asked justly. Magic makes judgments. Remember that.

I have things to not do, and not a lot of time to not do them in.

It's night in the Free People's World Tree Library. All the librarians are asleep, ... between the pages of their enchanted novels.

God has an inordinate fondness for stars and also for beetles. The small and the very far away.

She shone like a bright strange star shining in those empty lifeless halls, I write.

Becka might have been average in L.A., but average in L.A. is Queen of Mars in the visiting room of a federal penitentiary in North Carolina.

The witch knew who had killed her and she snatched pieces of time, here and there, from the business of dying, to make her revenge.

Everyone who is alive has a ghost inside them, don't they?

Sometimes a friendship is more like a war.

The zombies were like Canadians, in that they looked enough like real people at first, to fool you.

There are stories about winter ghosts found tangles like lice in their lovers' hair.

Yes, well." The Devil says, "Things just get better and better nowadays.

The world is a dangerous place, full of people who don't trust each other. This is why I am staying up in this tree.

Because love isn't just love. It's all the other stuff, too.

There's a reason why movie theatres don't encourage people to bring their goats.

I don't think I'm cut out for a job where you have to look professionally tidy. I prefer working in my pajamas and taking showers after lunch.

I think that we want to be led slightly astray when we're being told a story. Just a little wrong footed.

When one cannot afford a scandal, a blackmailer is an excellent bargain.

You should never poison a witch.

You have to salvage what you can, even if you're the one who buried it in the first place.

The initial spark usually has something to do with panic
I'm due to turn in a story to a workshop or an editor. It's a terrible working method.

Remember, when you don't know what to do, it never hurts to play Scrabble. It's like reading the I Ching or tea leaves.

Our eyes are always blind when they view the future.

She's wearing a T-shirt that says I'M SO GOTH I SHIT TINY VAMPIRES. "Hey,

Wizards are always hungry.

Becka was almost good looking enough to be on a reality dating show, but not funny looking or sad enough to be on one of the makeover shows.

Her voice is furry and sharp, like a blanket made of needles.

Everybody naked, nobody happy. It's Scandinavian art porn.

When I'm up for an award, there are usually two or three other things on the ballot that I like better than my own fiction.

Life is a series of sudden disappearances, leave-takings without the proper goodbyes.

Dragons eat the things that they're curious about.

who wanted to see a monster, even if it meant that you got to tell everyone about it?

If you were to say a witch's chess set instead of a witch's family, there would be some truth in that. Perhaps this is true of other families as well.

I'd be flattered if someone said that my work is "too weird" for them. I value the uncompliment.